Lovers, like dying men, may well At first disordered be, Since none alive can truly tell Ан, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young desire! When we first approach love's fire! Than all other pleasures are. Sighs which are from lovers blown Cure, like trickling balm, their smart. Love and Time with reverence use, Which in youth sincere they send: 6 12 18 Song Love, like spring-tides full and high, 'T is but rain, and runs not clear. .1670. SONG 24 John Dryden. From Abdelazar LOVE in fantastic triumph sate, Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd, From me he took his sighs and tears, But my poor heart alone is harm'd, 1677. Aphra Behn. 8 16 SALLY IN OUR ALLEY Of all the girls that are so smart And she lives in our alley. Is half so sweet as Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. Her father he makes cabbage-nets, And through the streets does cry 'em; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy 'em: But sure such folks could ne'er beget So sweet a girl as Sally! She is the darling of my heart, When she is by, I leave my work, I'll bear it all for Sally; And she lives in our alley. 8 16 24 Sally in Our Alley Of all the days that 's in the week And that's the day that comes betwixt For then I'm drest, all in my best, My master carries me to church, Because I leave him in the lurch She is the darling of my heart, When Christmas comes about again, O, then I shall have money; I'll hoard it up, and box it all, I'll give it to my honey: I would it were ten thousand pound, She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. My master and the neighbours all And, but for her, I 'd better be 48 40 32 1729? But when my seven long years are out, O, then we 'll wed, and then we 'll bed- 56 Henry Carey. MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE, I PRAY My dear and only love, I pray Which virtuous souls abhor, And hold a synod in thine heart, I'll never love thee more. As Alexander I will reign, My thoughts did evermore disdain He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch, 8 |